Elongated fingernails drummed a music-less tune over and over again on the well-worn arm of the throne like chair. Boredom had set in hard for He Who Walks Behind the Rose. It caused all sorts of thoughts to go on a rampage through his mind: violence, stealing, murder, genocide. Hell, another full scale war was enough of a thought to have him chuckling darkly.
Of course, his target wouldn't be his own city. No, no. It would have to be somewhere else. Somewhere far way from the little Hell hole he called his home. Perhaps when he got bored playing superpower, truly and completely bored, then he would unleash his rage and destruction upon his own lands. But not yet, not yet at all.
But who would he target? Edge City? Sugure no Shima? Shinkai Shigai? Sugure no Shima sounded good, very good. There was a little girl from what his inside sources told him that ran that place. Little girls were perfectly fun to bully, manipulate, and scare. He would have his fun with her before ending her pitiful existence, of that much he was certain.
Yes, this is exactly what he would do, the way he would end his horrible boredom. Demons weren't supposed to be bored. He wasn't supposed to be bored.
Rising up from his throne he stretched, mouth opening wide to reveal yellowed and bloodstained pointed teeth. His loud yawn echoed through the empty halls of the mansion like home he had claimed as his own. In fact, the only residence left in the house were the remains from the ones he had eaten as a snack.
Chuckling darkly as he remembered eating one after the other in front of the remainders, he walked out of the building, almost ripping the door off the hinges as he did so. He threw a disgusted look at the still slightly bright sky above and melted into the shadows, becoming one with the darkness.
It was through these shadows that he traveled, traversing the long and boring distance that would take him from his home in New Vegas to the shores of Sugure no Shima...
